Prologue

THIS BOOK IS FOR ALL OF THE GIRLIES OUT THERE WHO DON'T BELIEVE IN THEIR WORTH AND LACK SELF LOVE. JUST WANT YOU TO ALL KNOW THAT YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND IT'S NOT JUST ABOUT THE OUTER APPEARANCE BUT IT'S RATHER ON THE INSIDE THAT MATTERS A LOT.

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I WELCOME YOU ALL TO ANOTHER BOOK OF MINE AND YOU ARE ALL IN FOR A ROLLER COASTER RIDE WITH OUR DEAR CHARACTERS. SO SIT BACK AND ENJOY, AND DON'T FORGET TO VOTE, COMMENT AND SHARE TO SUPPORT ME.

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I UPDATE DAILY BUT THERE WILL BE TIMES WHEN I WON'T UPDATE DAILY BECAUSE OF PERSONAL STUFF.

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THE CHARACTERS ARE ALL IN FIRST POV AND THE POINT OF VIEW WILL CHANGE DEPENDING ON THE PROGRESS OF THE STORY.

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AND LASTLY PLEASE BE RESPECTFUL. YOU ARE ALLOWED TO BE MAD AND HATE THE CHARACTERS IN THE STORY BUT PLEASE DON'T HATE ME FOR WRITING SUCH STORIES THAT JUST POP UP IN MY HEAD.

THAT SAID AND DONE, I WECLOME YOU ALL HERE.

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Matilda

Michael takes me to the living area in complete silence. I study his expression and it's still the same cold expression and it's still the same one since the day my sister, Seraphina awoke from her coma which was four days ago.

He looks at me and I try to smile, but I know deep down what's to come will put me in the loosing end. Still, I hold my thoughts and wait for what Michael has to say. He sits me down and his expression turns guilty. My heart swells tightly as I now see a document laid on the center table in front of us.

Michael is still silent, then takes out a pen from his pocket and gives it to me, all while avoiding my gaze.

“We...we can't continue this anymore, Matilda. These are the divorce papers, sign them.”

I stare at him in utter disbelief, even though deep down I should have long accepted the truth - the bitter truth that Michael was never mine from the beginning, he only belonged to my sister, he could never love me because he only loves my sister.

Two years ago, I made the sacrifice to get married to Michael, for the sake of him getting his inheritance. Back then he was supposed to get married to my sister instead, but a sudden clause in his late grandfather's will appeared and it stated that Michael had to marry me otherwise he won't have what rightfully belonged to him.

Seraphina fell into depression after realizing that I was chosen by Michael's grandfather to become Michael's bride and attempted suicide shortly after. Luckily, the maid in our house found her on time and called 911. I remember how everyone blamed me for snatching my sister's fiance and ruining her whole happiness. Even my parents felt I was at fault and back then Michael also blamed me.

But after we got married, overtime Michael and I became close, he started to care for me, he worried about my safety and I'd lost track of how many times we had made love in this very same mansion. At some point I thought maybe Michael began to love me just as I'd always loved him since I was only fourteen years old.

But now I don't think he really loved me enough to forget about my sister. I always saw the undying love he had for Seraphina and it always hurt that he could never look at me the same way he always looked at her.

I try to fight back the tears, recalling all of the precious moments he and I spent together. The journey we started leading to where we both were right now wasn't easy, but we established a connection. I let my heart believe he could love me, and now I am paying the price for thinking the impossible to be made possible.

“This... this was bound to happen sooner or later, right?” I gulp, still looking at the document in front of me like it's my biggest enemy. It's such an irony that only our one signatures can end a marriage of two years in an instant.

Michael nods. “Yes, the contract in my grandfather's will for this marriage clarified two years minimum, and now... Sera is awake, the love of my life has returned back to me. So it's only logical that we end this once and for all.”

I bite my lower lip, scared to hold the pen, but I know I can't hold him back, I can't force him not to love my sister and fall in love with me instead.

I finally hold the pen, though my hand trembles. Before I sign, I ask him. “Tell me this one thing, Michael. Did what we have not mean anything significant to you?”

“If you're talking about love, then you know that I can't love anyone other than Seraphina. She's my life and I can't live without her.” Michael replies and I shut my eyes, also wishing I could shut off my ears as well because it hurts.

“You cannot make me feel guilty, Matilda. I told you from the very day we chose to have an affair that my heart can never be yours and you agreed to it. So don't whine about this now and act like the mature and sensible woman that I've known you to be.” He adds, his tone very dismissive and impatient.

I hold in my tears and with shaky fingers, I sign on the required column on the document, freeing him from the burden of being with a woman he didn't love. I loved him and I want to always see him happy, even if it's not with me being by his side.

Michael doesn't say anything, he simply closes the document, stands up and walks away. I hear the door close shut and I bring myself to break down completely and cry on the couch, knowing that I have once again lost a battle to my sister, just as always from the very beginning.

In every battle against my sister, the outcome was always the same.

My sister alway wins, and I always lose.